We have this stupid little dog. I didn't want a dog, but about 12 years ago I was out running and there was this stupid little dog yapping at me on the trail. I ignored it, figuring it would go home.
On my way back it hadn't. I noticed it was tangled in it's harness. So, being me, I picked it up and carried it home. What? It was really hot out.
We put the dog in the kiddie pool outside to cool it off. It had tags, so we decided to look for the owner.
We spent about a month checking vets, the Humane Society, kennels, putting up signs ... I even walked the neighborhood where I found her knocking on doors.
I mentioned 12 years ago. She's still with us. A little grayer, a lot less teeth and she sleeps in the middle of the bed between me and my wife.
In the morning, as I'm backing out of the driveway headed to work, my wife stands at the kitchen window, Isabelle in her arms, and they wave at me. My wife even has her blow puppy kisses at me through the window.
Even on bad days it's a bright spot that I carry with me all day. I don't know what I'd do without my stupid little dog.